gonna do what i want to ❖ intro

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Spotting a strung-out junkie was a necessary skill for any budding black market entrepreneur. Their uses were endless - a paying customer, cheap labor, and an extra organ or two if you happened to be running low. This junkie, however, wasn't one of the usual rotted heads around; this caught Ramsay's interest immediately. He supposed that this stranger would end up being a waste of time, like most mortals, but he liked to gamble on these things. Walking over to stand beside Damian, he glanced over to see what trinkets caught the fleshbag's attention.

But he didn't fucking care what kind of shit the stranger was looking at. "You new here? I don't believe we've met," he stated rather simply, his previously captured interest waning.